THINGS I HATE TO ADMIT
Songs


in a nutshell
nazi inside my head
as it were
they cut out his brain
liars, pigs and thieves
crap
npc
corona belly
faster peace
stupid
amigos
soggy cereal
shit
mondo freudo
creepy people
doo-doo
backwards/forwards
church card
world war IX
things i hate to admit


Recorded at Prarie Sun, Cotati, Calif., Except STUPID which was
recorded at Star Mountain by Cliff Lang in 1984. Engineered by Dino
Alden.




in a nutshell

We had so many dreams, so many possibilities, now it seems to be so
far out of reach. Tried with our last gasp to grab the things we could
not grasp but all the traps were built just to deceive. And now it's just
a dream no basis in reality without a leg to stand on and nothing to
believe.
So sit behind dark walls, with the curtains drawn in dim lit halls, the
dimwit calls in vain,"No, not now please." Nothing never new he was
a slimy little rat eating slimy sewage from the bottom of a rat trap,
eating polyester in a game he said he'd aim to please. Sits and wags
his tail on time, never says nothing above the sublime for fear his trap
just might be slamming shut.
He had so many dreams, so many possibilities, now he ends his life
in the shell of a nut.



nazi inside my head

Wells there's this nazi inside my head and he tells me that he wants to
see the Jews all dead and everywhere he looks he sees red, redder
than the fathers of the fatherland shed, he's sick and he's fed up to
here...and all he wants to do is drink German beer and dance with a
beautiful aryan maiden.
Hitler's inside my brain and my generic rhyming just drives him
insane, lives everyday without pain, without any struggle, without any
strain. Never thinks twice as he lies...loves you up and down his beady
little eyes, doesn't give a damn who lives or dies
Hess lives on in my skull, and he couldn't care less when his fat belly's
full, just whose heads will roll, as long a he's in full control of
everything under the sun...as long as he stays the big #1 and gets to
hide out in Argentina when the war is over.



as it were

At the dawn of man they fell out of the trees. Down on the ground they
crawled on their knees. Hair on their bodies, no clothes on their backs.
Men stood up to begin the attack.
Progress was made and Rome was begun. Fed the Christians to the
lions just for fun. It burned to the ground while they fiddled around and
down toppled towers that towered downtown.
Now there's skyscrapers three mile high. Skyscrapers to the sky and
people ask why? And you toot toots in three piece suits. And booming
bombs to blow our bleeding brains to bits to boot.
Wake up and face the facts. There is no turning back. The sands of time
just grind along. They slip through our fingers like ideas for songs.



they cut out his brain

He's only having problems with his speech and his ummm, oh yeah,
memory.
They cut out his brain
His motor skills still function normally. He will, unfortunately, be
unable to testify before the committee.
They cut out his brain
They cut out his brain
Oh, they cut it out.



liars, pigs, and thieves

The smiling faces show no traces of the deceit that lurks within. They'll
spit and spew of their respect for you while they try to hold back that
grin. But the grin will escape if you're halfway awake and you'll see
what's really within. In times like these it's plain to see we live among
liars, pigs, and thieves.
The streets and sewers are full of deceitful souls who try to crap up our
lives. They'd chop off your head and leave you for dead to rob you of
your very last dime and they'll say they're sorry and tell you not
to worry and I'll be your very best friend. In time like these liars, pigs,
and thieves will hound you to the bitter end.



crap

If my happiness was truly intertwined with my outlook on life, wouldn't
that be nice? A bit of good advice, some words from the wise to teach
us to accept the bad with all the rest. And everyday would get thrilliner
and thrilliner and I could learn to laugh at all the crap that bugs the shit
outta me.
But if I ignore the evil even more than I know exists, the point is missed.
To only live within the myth and deny that there is ugliness just proves
to me that ignorance is bliss. And everyday just drags and drags.
I don't know what do you wanna...
I don't know do what you wanna do.



not politically correct

We are not politically correct. What did you expect? Wounds to inflict?
Words to make you act? My words are suspect. As is my intellect. And
so I spew my tracts and hope they make an impact.
We are not politically correct. What the $*@()%& did you expect?
Wounds to infilct? Words to make you act? I just can't get your respect.
And so I'll keep myself intact instead of being correct.



corona belly

Corona belly said, "I'm as much bullshit as anybody else."
No more smokescreens, nor stop signs, just words to live by.



faster peace

instrumental



stupid

I don't need no government to tell me what to do and if you think this
is another stupid hardcore song, fuck you too...



amigos

It's just that little shred of doubt you choose, that something I left out
you use to get your way because you say "you didn't spell it out".
Or the simple lack o' proof that makes for a perfect lame excuse your
nose grows and grows do you suppose I know you're two quarts low
on truth.
Oh, the things you put me through, a friendship built on guilt. To
entertain you out of pity, to just to shut you up.
No there's nothing wrong, let's go have some fun. A smoke to break
the ice, maybe I'm just too fuckin' nice...
Oh, the things you put me through, to bring me down to your level.
Just to make things tolerable, in hopes of something better.
But I don't see the change, and you don't think it's needed. So one
more lie for the road, gee I hate to see you go.



soggy cereal

If you blow the cobwebs off yer shelf and make some room for
something else, you might be surprised just how well it fits, right up
there next to the same old shit.
What a drag ideas are traded in for new ones one were jaded or maybe
worse, not at all, see no windows, break no walls.
The more you find the more you can hold, new ideas will accept the
old, no taboos and in the end, your shelves will hold your personal
blend.



shit

instrumental



mondo freudo

Sits in his office rappin' with the rats, lookin' for excuses for his fits and
spats, makin' things worse with a cocaine brain, trying to judge the
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman cries all the
time, confident of all the answers he'll find, don't get confused or call
him paranoid-o, he just doesn't know about his mondo freudo.
Sittin'on the couch he tried to pour out his heart, while the doctor
yawned a bit and tried to hold back a fart and then he lit up a cigar and
just started to smoke and just thinkin' to himself that it's just a joke.
"Well I got a good job and it pays real well, and when I get home I treat the kids
like hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her life and tried to slit my
wrists with a dull butter knife. The family's real worried 'bout my
carousin' and boozin' " and the doctor lit a smoke to try to keep him
from snoozin', it was getting real lame and doc was gettin' annoyed-o
and didn't give a damn about mondo freudo.
Sittin' on the couch etc...
Doctor couldn't take it anymore, cuz he was bored and just sick and
tired of listenin' to a mondo freudo. Wife and the kids whose life just
hit the skids were sick and tired of gettin' pushed around and livin' in
a condo with a mondo freudo.
The secretary knew that names couldn't escape her, walked down to
the corner to buy a newspaper. Back to the office, past all the bums,
readin' 'bout the baby junkies in the Chilean slums and "Wife shoots
husband, twice in the head" she knew the name of the man that was
dead, he was a pain in the ass, a fly in the ointment, wife bought a gun
and he missed his appointment.



creepy people

"Far out" he said, "I see yellow, green, and blue and red. Spiders
crawlin' up the wall, rivers of blood flowin' down the hall. Turn it
upside down and ram it in the ground, the secret of yer mind control
I've found. I'll twist you and me with sex and LSD, killing piggies just
to set them free."
"I'll be baby Jesus now, I have no more sacred cows. Don't be
frightened, don't be scared, Charlie (God) is everwhere."
Creepy people smile and creepy people lie and creepy people seep
into your life. Creepy darkened eyes cry creeky little cries, stinking,
have to shoo away the flies.
Jimmy Gordon, Jimmy dread, mommy's voice inside his head.
Superego like a squid, Jimmy listened to his id.
"Jimmy yer not well, yer gonna go to H-E-double hockeysticks, yer
time has come but only time will tell. Now you play yer drums, look
shabby like a bum, yer just a lowdown nothin' stickin' scum."
He knocked upon her door, not gonna take no more. Not gonna make
him feel like a reject, over the head with a blunt object, but I object.
Creepy people are everywhere.



doo-doo

Well you better listen up and you better listen good, cuz I'll only say
it once and I won't say it twice. Okay?
Well I'm walkin' down the street and I'm steppin' in the muck, oh shit,
oh fuck I'm running amok.
Well I'm so sick and tired of the muck and the mire my heads on fire
and I'm pulling teeth with pliers.
Well, you never listen to a single word that I say, it didn't matter
anyway, I'm just babblin'...babblin' babylonian... ohbabybabybaby
ohbabybabybaby pleasebabybabybaby, don'tleavebabybabybaby.
Well I'm stuck in the nozzle at the bottom of the bottle, it's the bottle
that I guzzle, just give me a muzzle. I'm just doggy breath.



backwards/forwards

GET UP
GO TO WORK
OUT THE DOOR
LATE AGAIN
BOSS JUST SCREAMS
IN ONE EAR
OUT THE OTHER
OUT THE OTHER
WIND 'EM UP
BACKWARDS
FORWARDS
BACK UP
SUN UP
SUN DOWN
IT ALL FALLS INTO PLACE
WHAT IF
I'D ONLY
NO PREDESTINY
NO SECOND GUESSING



church card

You can do what ever you want, you can live you life as you please,
you can inhale all the stimulants, you can even pay as you leave.
With armageddon express
Don't leave home without it.



world war IX

It's more than roses are red and violets are blue, it's the end of the
world in a turn of the screw. The furnace is hotter or maybe it's blotter,
hypnotic, narcotic I swim underwater. Breathin' and pulsin' I look so
repulsive a dog paddin', thrashin', obsessive compulsive. Rippin' out
hairs eatin' rodents fer meat and these scales keep growin' on my
hands and my feet.
Whirlin' and twirlin' and swirlin' in soup being stirred by a spoon, I'm
a dupe in the goop, and I float like a turd on the wings of a bird, it's
WORLD WAR IX in 3/4 time, it's WORLD WAR X again and again and
it's WORLD WAR XI and I'm going to heaven...
WORLD WAR XII every man for himself, it's WORLD WAR XIII in the
world war machine, it's WORLD WAR XX change the channels now
honey this just isn't funny anymore. But it's on every station in the
nation today, it's a shish-kabob shishka terra-firma flambe...



things I hate to admit

instrumental